These pieces are from a stack of photocopies that accumulated on my desk while I was at home with my young child. The photocopier allowed me to make images quickly and in a way that invited accidents and surprises. I arranged and pushed materials around, often while holding my daughter in the other arm, or I let her put her feet on the surface of the flatbed. The process felt like the mechanics of drawing, yet, hovering over the photocopier, I shifted my orientation to the image. Before I was the observer, but I became part of the subject.